God is tha givah

Some times when my pen hits the pad there is this high that i fear wont last


so i just dont stop until i feel this high pass.

im waist deep in it and i feel it trickling down

below my pelvis like im about to discover something profound

and i swear there is this tingle that mingles

and it's crawling backwards from my knees to my center

its a wisdom that wont let me

and micheal jackson (RIP) playin on the TV  got me weak

cuz his voice is so sweet and seductive are his beats

and it is the one thing in this moment that reminds me

that God is the giver of thee seen and the unseen

including this vibration running through me

causing me to create

causing me to sleep so or to stay up late

now its reaching my pelvis again

when i was a kid i'll never forget

for my family im tried so hard to pretend

that the feelin im feelin because of this pen

is the same way that i felt for men

the truth is that i just used them

emotions were never there and even then

they are easily forgotten when the truth or qhen she...comes in



YEA... SO ANY WAY,

im sure my partner will elate and think to herself that i am great

for all my hard work she will appreciate

as i go in and offer to bring her with me where i am

to this place

she must understand there is much at stake

and the vitality of our duties being

performed without scrutiny

no rather than later because oooooo when i put this pen to this paper

it escaltes the desire that burns like Godly fire

tha powah becomes greata

and tha entiyah thing is bustin through the seams

and i wake her

and i await her

screams

and i sush her

and im thinking

of the lil lady in the room adjoining

her overhearing is not my idea of her PERFECT morning

EVER

n she has to get up early for school

plus hearing your parents just aint ever cool

i squint in the darkness to see my baby's face

& YES i kiss her in that place

between ...

her brows

that glisten when she is aroused

and i kiss her nose

lol, curling of the tows

giggles

tickles

wiggles

intimacy

love grows

society's perceived overdose

there is a writhing in our bones

we are both sure

that God will welcome us home

though most of his believers do NOTaccept

and rarely condone

female believers who love women and women alone

blessed out

When I turned 25 my existence began to burn within me


Passing through my pulsating veins

That had since childhood predicted my journey, not just my claim, to fame

Resembling the flow of a rivulet how in its quintessence it is incessant from day to day

The theory of the secret I would often contemplate and use in life everyday

Well, contemplate on most days and apply it mostly some times

I mean but I do think about this always and I try but that is no so fly so I let the thought by on by cuz to only do that is to fail especially if you don’t do it very well and I don’t do nuthin less im doin it big

AND ERBODY wonder why it is that as of yet I aint got no kids but yea I plan on have some of them God willin

And most of our homies end up dead or in jail

The biggest institution pimpin our men and women

But the system aint gone whore me,

I aint gone sit around like poor me,

So I just might as well take my Nike check and put it on the wall

Cuz I aint nothing I can’t do homie, nah nothing at all.

The seeds planted in me aint eva gone fall to far from the tree so I continuing spreading these seeds even unwillingly

Cuz I was born into my queendom destined to ball

I knew that I had to live my way, im so short I automatically stand tall

Not forgetting to praise my Lord everyday

For w/.o you Sweet Jah, oh my Allah

There is no anything

And I thank you for putting royalty in my genes

And makin it a miracle how I look in these jeans

Oh it’s so sexy the way he be blessing me

And no I don’t feel it a necessity to not talk to God

Like he my lover and friend cuz the feelings I be feeling

I know that they be commin from him

He my ultimate high I be superman high

Of f the lord whom wielded my sword,

when I call his name he be answerin my every cry

On some bad days a constant habit was havin myself to mutilate

For years I mentally beat me, overfed, fornicated and bled me

Tatted, pierced, and fornicated me, tried me, supplied me and undressed with my own eyes me,

Now I have realized me: the prize that IS me

Im an extreme left or right depending on what you mean and whether its day or night

In the mind of the moderate modern contemporary ordinary or futuristic mediocre human being

Considering that my will is free: I do me! but not without first questioning

The actions of my deeds and what will become of me because of them

So I pray for guidance of my every move and so like a human game of chess

I unload the armor of my chest and protect myself from this illusionist world of mess. And thus im Jah blessed

You either attack or you defend everyday sumbody must die

but the one thing you can’t do is pretend

And the only thing you must do is plan, in advance

Im like a poker game

simply play my hand

read the cards and you’ll get far

let me see that expression on ya face

so your decision is misplaced and I

end up takin over your whole space

cuz my crown is mightier than you entire realm

now ponder that

and remember ya game is wack and you need to work on dat.

So yo, Holla at me, cuz I got that help that ya need

and don’t fuks wit my team cuz we let ya whole block bleed

FEB 2-6 2010 anyone wanna car pool?

any one wanna car pool?

In Reposnse to: http://miifeelosofi.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-search-of-perfect-fit.html

Very touchin and causes a great deal of worshipin
and also
a wondering mind
as your brain unwinds and begins
to travel through time
it flows back and remembers this or that time.
thinking about the hands i persuade to go away.
the hands i've betrayed
in honesty i contemplate,
reminisce on the dismissed
and pray that this
is a feelin not known as regret
but yet
another realization that God knows best.
so Him willing I pass his test
and walk his way
and not in jest
as all respect the queen i am
the armor of my chest
and he finds for me the hands that feel as if they themselves shaped me
into being and im gifted the sight to see...

her :-).
*feelin jah blessed"
though some what insignificantly, i ponder
whether i was made of her rib or she made of mind
does not SOUL mate rep that which cant be touched?
so of clay and dust and wat becomes of us the world os a bit unjust
in its beliefs and retard the grief because i know i deserve my Lord given
right to just be happy joyous and free in this time un really calculated place \
where i strive for sanctity

Mrs. Younger

when i say i can

i can

and when i say i cant

i can
 so if i say i might

thats hype.

now if i say i wont

i wont

and if i say i dont

i dont

and if i say i will

i will

cuz if you want it you already know where it is.

im not the type to buy the bar or charge it to my card

im the type to jump behind the bar and do the shit myself.

if i did sumthin that caused you to feel sumthin you wish you neva felt,

forgive me cuz im different
in the sence that-.

im hip

and if i applied some pressure that made you develope,

then love me cuz the gift came from above me.

and if i did sumthin that made you feel sumthin you wish you could feel until the end

then,
i appologize
cuz i refuse to tell more lies.

i refuse to withhold information about folks that be hating
cuz this info thas worth relating
like when i was debating, i disclose
so much press presentin prose

and i refuse to tell the truth for my folks
cuz

if they wanted you to know

they'd do it on thier own. 
so
learn

from me and keep

ya lips shut

cuz

you'll die faster and live longer.

cuz ya mind'a be much stronger
like Mrs. Younger

as in an
ex grape
burned=too tan
and in
high demand
across the land
i believe
and as such
WAT U AINT KNOW? :
i
am

on the third day i rose with prose

Bis Mi Allah: Mi dios (In the name of my GOD:My Lord!)

<--- napping b4 work @ the door

• 
  
• Mi In-som-nee

And so back to the pen and the pad as is necessity for me...

Insomnia no longer placates or at my door awaits a date.

It is absurd of course to proliferate and personify this state...

Of being

Though by and by @ times its as if we communicate

Openly AND

Discuss why i am or not going sleep.

See my self and insomny as i refer dearly to (her, him, them???)...

uh hmmm....k, insomy doesnt have a gender today, OK!?!

Have a different type of relational status: voluntary

Seems like the best blood drips from the pen when

I am spending few precious moments with my friend

VOID of sin

Purity in Simplicity

In this time I: forgive,

i delve in,

i do not depend ON any

but him, whom:

gaveth and giveth me life

and him whom: died,

that I may know what is right.

That my minds eye has sight,

That we are not ever deprived from being covered in the light.

ANY WAY HOW AM I SPOSED TO SLEEP WHEN YOU LEAVE ON THAT LIGHT ALL NIGHT???

I am judged inhumanly for my association with this state of being

though this is a state of being extremely freeing

a state of purity in believing

a state of the unseeing seeing, knowing, growing, bowing, aware it is lowly

The soul of the sleepy is glowing and the chalice overflowing.

See her glisten

in judging

you are missin

the seed pop out if the ground

up through the earth she plows

soars higher than clouds

still you put her down

blind to the nature of her crown

mightier than your entire realm

ponder that you are now overwhelmed

and so now watch

she sprouts

dont miss it its prolific

not feigning offering itself to gloriousness

grace to be more specific

exudes through the cell wall

she grown

unto you not all the more tall

though like the rose that grew from concrete

though small thine feet

grand thy walk and wall she depletes

attention the command as she speaks

befriending the meek?

how un natural, so incompatible!

but like the busy bee

she forgetfully proceeds

forgetting her weak kens

and she runs

she loves to lung

and into

the depths of just Ones

she takes a plunge

emerging as merciless

as the judgments you bequeathed

the turn of phrase you did profess

though now dost this rose possess

thorns produced through solitude

once more voluntarily did she seclude

deduce not you'd: her mood

for not in jest does she peacefully protest against

unrighteousness

for w/ the secrets of success

in this likfe and the next

this seed of insomny was blessed.

for not in jest does she peacefully protest against unrighteousness

for w/ the secrets of success

in this life and the next

this seed of insomny was surely Jah blessed.